posted on Jan, 25 2010 @ 02:05 PM
heres two whole songs with great lyrics. I LOVE both these songs.
Gone Going Gone
Black eyes peas featuring Jack Johnson
Johnny wanna be a big star
Get on stage and play the guitar
Make a little money, buy a fancy car
A big old house and a alligator
Just to match with them alligator shoes
He's a rich man so he's no longer singing the blues
He's singing songs about material things
And platinum rings and watches that go bling
But, diamonds don't blink in the dark
He a star now, but he ain't singing it from the heart
Sooner or later it's just gonna fall apart
Coz his fans can't relate to his new found art
He ain't doing what he did from the start
And that's puttin' in some feeling and thought
He decided to live his life shallow
Cash in his love for material.
And it's gone...
[Chorus]
Gone going, gone
Everything gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don't want to sing
"Gone people" up awkward with their things gone.
You see yourself in the mirror and you
Feel safe coz it looks familiar
But you're afraid to open up your soul coz you
Don't really know, don't really know who is
The person that's deep within
Coz you're content with just being the name brand band
And ya fail to see that its trivial,
insignificant, you addicted to material
I've seen your kind before
You the type that thinks souls is sold in a store
Packaged up with incense sticks
With them vegetarian melts
To you, that's righteous
You're fiction like books
You need to go out to life and look
Coz what happens when they take your material
and you already sold your soul?
And it's...
[Chorus]
You say that time is money and money is time
So you got your mind on your money and your money on your mind
But what about... that crime that you did to get paid
And what about... that bit, "You can't take it to your grave"
And what about those shoes you'll wear today
They'll do no good on the bridges you burnt along the way
All that money that you got gonna be gone
That gear that you rock gonna be gone
The house up on the hill gonna be gone
That gold purse on your grill gonna be gone
The ice on your wrist gonna be gone
That nice little Miss gonna be gone
That whip that you roll gonna be gone
And what's worst is your soul already gone
Coz it's...
[Chorus]
Posters
Jack Johnson
Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else
Because the posters on the wall they don't look like him at all
So he ties it up, he tucks it in, he pulls it back, and gives a grin
Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all
He gets his courage from the can,
It makes him feel like a man
Because he's loving all the ladies
But the ladies don't love him at all
Cause when he's not drunk
He's only stuck on himself
And then he has the nerve
To say he needs a decent girl
Looking at herself but wishing she was someone else
Because the body of the doll it don't look like hers at all
So she straps it on, she sucks it in, she throws it up, and gives a grin
Laughing at herself because she knows she ain't that at all
All caught up in the trends
Well the truth began to bend
And the next thing you man
There just ain't no truth left at all
Cause when the pretty girl walks
She walks so proud
And when the pretty girl laughs
Oh man, she laughs so loud
And if it ain't this then its that
As a matter of fact
She hasn't had a day to relax
Since she has lost her ability to think clearly
Well I'm an energetic hypothetic version of another person
Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in here
Well I'm a superficial, systematic, music television addict
Check out my outsides there ain't nothing in
Here comes another one, just like the other one
Looking at himself but wishing he was someone else
Because the posters on the wall they don't look like a him
And so he ties it up he tucks it in, he pulls it back and gives a grin
Laughing at himself because he knows he ain't loved at all
He knows he ain't loved at all